Whoever looks into the mirror of the water will see first of all his own face. Whoever goes to himself risks a confrontation with himself. The mirror does not flatter, it faithfully shows whatever looks into it. Namely, the face we never show to the world because we cover it with the persona, the mask of the actor. But the mirror lies behind the mask and shows the true face.
- Carl Jung, talking about the persona
- Carl Jung, talking about the persona
غَنائِمُهُ في كُلِّ يَومٍ جَماجِمُ
زَمائِلُها أَبناؤُها وَالحَلائِلُ
وَبيضٍ مَصوناتِ الجَلاءِ كَأَنَّها
جِباهُ العَذارى قَرَّطَتها الوَذائِلُ
إِذا خَطَبَتها الحَربُ كانَ مُهورَها
صُبابَةُ ما ضَمَّ الطُلا وَالمَفاصِلُ
- مسلم بن الوليد
زَمائِلُها أَبناؤُها وَالحَلائِلُ
وَبيضٍ مَصوناتِ الجَلاءِ كَأَنَّها
جِباهُ العَذارى قَرَّطَتها الوَذائِلُ
إِذا خَطَبَتها الحَربُ كانَ مُهورَها
صُبابَةُ ما ضَمَّ الطُلا وَالمَفاصِلُ
- مسلم بن الوليد
إِنَّ وَردَ الخُدودِ وَالحَدَقَ النُجّلَ
وَما في الثُغورِ مِن أُقحُوانِ
وَاِعوِجاجَ الأَصداغِ في ظاهِرِ الخَدِّ
وَما في الصُدورِ مِن رُمّانِ
تَرَكَتني بَينَ الغَواني صَريعًا
فَلِهَذا أُدعى صَريعَ الغَواني
- صريع الغواني، مسلم بن الوليد
وَما في الثُغورِ مِن أُقحُوانِ
وَاِعوِجاجَ الأَصداغِ في ظاهِرِ الخَدِّ
وَما في الصُدورِ مِن رُمّانِ
تَرَكَتني بَينَ الغَواني صَريعًا
فَلِهَذا أُدعى صَريعَ الغَواني
- صريع الغواني، مسلم بن الوليد
أَعشَبَ خَدّي مِنَ البُكاءِ وَقَد
أَورَقَ غُصنُ الهَوى عَلى كَبِدي
- مسلم بن الوليد
أَورَقَ غُصنُ الهَوى عَلى كَبِدي
- مسلم بن الوليد
Forwarded from Shower Thoughts 🚿
People are afraid to be friendly because kindness is perceived as flirting.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
the story of making a diagnosis is the most complex and exciting story that doctors tell. Just as Sherlock Holmes or Gil Grissom (CSI) delights in explaining the crime to victims and colleagues, doctors take pleasure in recounting the completed story of their complex diagnoses, stories where every strange symptom and unexpected finding, every mystifying twist and nearly overlooked clue, finally fit together just right and the diagnosis is revealed.
- Every patient tells a story, by Lisa Sanders
- Every patient tells a story, by Lisa Sanders
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